There is a season...
The cottage in Dorset has a small walled garden which has been much loved in the past, but neglected recently. During the gestation period between choosing to buy this property and owning it, my imagination has been working.
The garden is a place waiting to be brought to life and it's me that's going to do the bringing. I feel inspired, I feel a great weight of responsibility to do it right, and my head is filled with questions.
(Right now, the garden is filled with blue sacks of compost, lovingly transported from our last home, compost bins cunningly disguised as beehives, and very unlovely concrete slabs and walled beds - watch this space!)
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